Poem – Morning purple sky
Morning purple sky
becomes a thick icy
fog consuming the
landscape until
the only path,
the only way forward
is through the white veil
with eyes closed and
the future in my hands.
Fog in the distance
Snowy field
Touching the snowbank
Icy fog creeping in
Beautiful evocative words accompanied by great photos. Take that leap of faith eyes tight shut!! Great post!! xxx
Willow – thank you so much for the kind words. Next time I will get a photo of the sunrise, it was a sight to see. But I was driving and it quickly became the fog.
Yes you have to be careful when driving!
Even though it is a cliche, the sunrise and sunsets. are definitely painted by a higher energies hands.
Yes I believe there is a God you just have to look around you , the miracles that surrounds from a tiny bud to a human baby or any baby, and so it goes on! 😉
We are made of it and we swim within it. It is everywhere we have been, we are going, and where we are now.
Yes that is a lovely way to put it. Be blessed in 2014 xx